Friday, December 18, 2009
Inga is the first CCI puppy that I raised. I was told to expect to see her react in different ways than when she was with me -- and that is indeed true. Her already dominant personality is now a bit elevated with her CCI playmates and her trainer says she is easily distracted. This may be just a maturity issue, but of course this could also be just who she is. Her trainer will be working with her over this second month and we'll get a better idea by the end of January.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
I just love puppies. A lot. Of all the amazing things about being a puppy raiser for CCI, one of the top benefits is getting a new furby every 14 months or so. They're cute and cuddly and have bladders the size of a field mouse. I do know the drill -- after naptime, after playtime, and such. They just gotta go. And Micron is a live-for-the-moment kind of guy. Just when I think we might have a schedule happening, turns out I'm expecting too much of the little fella. It's ok, really. Even his puddles are adorable. We'll get there; he's just a baby.
Micron handled himself remarkably well at the office this last week. My co-workers are wonderful about letting sleeping puppies lie. A few folk were disappointed to stop by during Micron's naptimes, but we still enjoy just watching him sleep. Even though he has a sweet setup with a cozy crate, he prefers to sleep in the middle of my cubicle or right under my chair. A cube neighbor, Jean, got the cute shot of Micron sleeping on the legs of my chair.
Since he's on a 3-meal-a-day feeding schedule, Micron gets a lunch hour like the rest of us on the cube farm. I got a shot of him showing off his noon meal to his new friend Kel, a CCI COC (change of career). You'll see a gate separates the two of them. The thing is, Micron really likes Kel. And Kel is more of a people dog than a puppy dog, if you know what I mean. Kel is the like the guy down the street that stands in the doorway in his skivvies and yells at the kids to get off his lawn. He just doesn't remember what it was like to be a puppy. But he did want that lunch kibble.
That about covers things for week two. I'm including a final photo of playtime between Micron and our family dog, Jager. Jager's role in life is to be a professional victim. He seems to be ok with his martydom and totally owns it.